Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.